Hiding

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jenyes
jenyes
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You laughed and asked if I was hiding.
I smiled and said no, while all the time
Hiding from myself,
Who I am,
What I could be,
What I want to be.

I want to thank you for keeping a tiny part of me sane.
Well you have, maybe you didn't know
But I was sinking,
Sunk,
Lost deep within, my compass lost.

Not lost, tossed.

Can you call it slipping
When you jumped
And cried out for all to see?

At first I took you with me.
Let you see a shadow of that side of me.
You came along, asked me for more
Was then I feel the need.

So I rose up to your light,
Blinded before I just didn't know it.

Well, yes I did.

I knew those depths, and called them friends.
I couldn't wait to taste,
Feel, give, take,
I wanted it all.

But I found more in your eyes.
Laden with treasures from your simple touch.
Completed by your smallest smile.

Certain then I dare not tarnish
Or risk that final speck of what was me.

So yes, its true I'm hiding.
Until I rise from ghost to speck to skeleton
Grow flesh to house my soul
With no need to hide ever again from thee.

Or me.

jenyes
jenyes
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LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago
i like this a lot

I suppose we all hide from something in our lives...

Oldbear63Oldbear63over 10 years ago
Not lost, tossed

Can you call it slipping when... Great lines - and I like your conversational structure.

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